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Àŧùl Feb 2016
If you lost your feelings to the world's ways,
Then surely I don't look for your sympathy,
But there are few who understand,
I do look for their empathy,
And their kind words of advice.
A small poem for those who only have indifference running in their wayward veins.

Got my right side floating ribs fractured. Now I face difficulty in breathing, coughing, sneezing or blowing my nose clear.

My HP Poem #1025
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2012
Probably that accident had its toll,
I neither completely forgot nor do I remember it all.
Vague memories pop-up in my mind,
I neither entirely forgot her kiss nor do I remember it all.
Old friends call me an experienced hunter,
I neither was ever one they call 'hunter' nor do I wish to be at all.

Yesteryears seem a distant memory,
I read a lesson after the event took place & changed my life.
Eager to move forward and see,
I read a lesson after each day passes away on the edge of the knife.
Kite I aspire to be flying free,
I read a lesson in future which is blurry but surely seems full of strife.
I met with a near-deadly accident whose after effects are the inspiration for me in this poem.
My HP Poem #7
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2013
This Is A Poem Which Only Intends Goodwill.

His Quom - His People Up The Hills
Are Disregarded - Not Made To Pay The Bills.

Considered Barbaric - They Are Feared
Of Random Stuff - Not Welcomed Openheartedly
And Neglected - Downtrodden In Life They Remain

The World Fears Them - Their Violent Nature
Their Way Of Life - Their Tareeqa
The World Slurs - Their Existence
Their Ways - Insulted Even By Their Own Shadows

What We Neglected Today Was Once The Brightest Way Of Life
What I Support Today Is Not Worth Appreciation In The World
What The Cause Is For Me Saying So For The Good Hillmen
What Some Do Is The Misinterpretation Of Their Teachings
What Could've Been Respected Today Has Been Degraded
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2014
Oh cutest princess of all colors,
Just be the queen of my garden,
Lest the flowers here miss you.

Here are many colorless flowers,
Come and fill in the various colors,
My life needs only your presence.

Thoughts gliding untold like wasps,
I have prepared a bed with flowers,
Let us lie in each other's arms now.
Gulbadan literally translates from Hindi/Urdu/Persian to "a lady with her body akin to flowers".

My HP Poem #509
©Atul Kaushal
If
Àŧùl Jan 2014
If
If they declare me mentally unstable,
I'll fight until they bind me in chains.

If they bind me & put me behind bars,
I'll befriend other mental cases there..

If they isolate me from other patients,
I'll break-free and come to your love...

If they try restraining me once more,
I'll show them who's the boss around..

If they **** me by some wicked method,
I'll come again as a spirit & its essence.
My HP Poem #513
©Atul Kaushal
If
Àŧùl Mar 2021
If
If you see me closely,
I am the one with the halo.
If you hear me keenly,
I say a lot more than just “Hello.”
If you hold me intimately,
You can feel my wings too, and,
I shall make unimaginable love.
My HP Poem #1911
©Atul Kaushal
If-
Àŧùl Sep 2013
If-
I fall
Once
Again,

I will
Rise
Again,

Only to
Reunite with
You.

                          Be it once,
                          Or be it twice,
                          I will come again,

                          It won't take,
                          More than a lifetime,
                          For me to be back again,

                          Yes, I will,
                          And I will surely,
                          Unite with you.

                                                          Don't you fear,
                                                          F­or it'll be me,
                                                          Fal­l for me dear.

                                                          ­We will have it,
                                                          The­ best way,
                                                          It­'s our destiny.

                                                       ­   Let me make it,
                                                          A bit more clear,
                                                          ­I love & want you.
.                                My HP Poem #417                             .
                                     ©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Then that deity is definitely a maniac!
A *** offender!
As the real almighty,
Wants you to stretch upwards,
And pluck the stars for your loved ones.
If your deity wants you to bend,
And also promises women in heaven,
Then convert to a different faith,
As for your present faith, it's the end.
Read about a really ******* faith that carries the tag of religion.

HP Poem #1233
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
They can get it without dying as a Jihadi,
But not from a Mullah they will get it,
They'll get it from science instead!
Terrorists are illiterate idiots.

My HP Poem #1433
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
During all those bad times,
Whether it is in pain or in sorrow,
Or may be when I'm in agony or in grief,
And that is due to the many worldly problems,
I feel relieved when I think of you or talk to you...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2021
I feel scared when
I am alone in the middle of a crowd,
Which is almost always.
I feel irked when
The music is much too loud,
While the night won't irritate me.
I feel flared when
Someone abuses the language and are proud,
Which is also an insult to themselves.
I feel terrorized when
They proclaim that there's no one but Al,
Not to mention the time of their loudspeakers.
My HP Poem #1915
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2016
It would only be our child,
Not loving any other woman,
I'm definitely rigid with myself.

Because it's mature and patient,
Not just for all my principles,
But also for our happiness.
My HP Poem #1120
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2015
If I find you gone,
Then I would better be a recluse,
Gone in reclusion.

Neither a monk nor a priest I'll be,
But I'll simply be an ascetic,
These words are not a bit unwise.

They would not find me unhappy,
Because smiling I always am,
Thanks to you I smile perpetually.
Again exclusively for my youthful enamorata.

-by Drona

My HP Poem #893
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
I could buy you a Phantom,
I could buy you a Kohinoor,
I could buy you a Penthouse,
But I could never truly buy your heart,
To your pleasure & my **satisfaction...
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
If I Must Die Someday Then
I'll love to breathe my last having you in my eyes,
My weak-wrinkled face would craved for your eyes,
And believe me not because I ask but because I don't tell any lies.

If I must die someday then
I'll love to hold on to your hands until the end,
My fading-dimming eyesight will seek your eyes in the end,
And believe me not because I love you but because you do too.

If I must die someday then
I'll love to collapse in your embrace at that time,
My feeble-waning breath shall halt with your tears dropping in the end,
And believe me not because I am good but because you love me, I will wait for you in heaven.
Toasting to our love today, tomorrow and forever.

My HP Poem #453
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
I have accepted my defeat,
And I know that I can't love you,
Not now.

Unlike you, I am not immoral,
But the lover inside is immortal,
Now I know.

I will love someone yet again,
That someone who is luckier,
But of course.

She who is smarter & intelligent,
The one that will love me like I do,
Yes of course.

That someone who is focussed,
Goes on a straight way to success,
Not off course.

Neither intending to insult you,
Nor it intends to glorify me,
This poem is a confession.

I am a plain idiotic lover,
I do not wear Prada like you,
Not borrowing such pleasures.

I am not for you.

I will skim the downpour,
Aiming the best for myself,
And I will succeed.

For my love does not perish,
It just changes its forms, and
It gives me pleasure.
HP Poem #1319
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2017
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.

Don't leave, oh darling,
Don't leave me alone,
Don't leave, just don't,
My heart will be shattered.

From you my newfound morale is,
From you I got this new daring strength.
From you my newfound morale is,
From you I got this new daring strength.
Sans you my life is incomplete,
Sans you my life is so hollow.

From you I have known what love is,
From you I got a new lease of life.
From you I have known what love is,
From you I got a new lease of life.
Sans you my life is deserted,
Sans you my life is unbeknownst.

If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
If in my heart you reside,
Then I've every joy of life.
Translation of my first ever Hindi language musical composition titled "Jo Mere Dil Mein".
My HP Poem #1523
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2014
If inside my heart you reside,
Then I have all happiness in life,
Don’t ever ever leave me alone,
Do never never break my heart…

My morale is from you,
From you is each of my decisions,
Without you my life is, stranger…
Without you my life is, emptier…

I have known love after knowing you,
Knowing you only I have a new life,
Without you my life is, stranger…
Without you my life is, emptier…

If inside my heart you reside,
Then I have all happiness in life,
If you aren’t here, what my life is,
If you aren’t here, what my life is…
English translation of my first-ever composed Hindi language song.

<3 Dedicated to my sole-love, my soul-love Kripi. :-)

My HP Poem #668
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
Imagine a time when you get older,
Even I get older with you by my side,
What do we do if all remaining is rust.
We will remember that day we talked first,
Never will sway this cauldron full of trust,
Support this with our knees if we must...
We will be with each other as we must,
Never will wane our cute ***** trust,
We will love our love life as our first..
Support this way we confessed first,
Never will any distance be in trust,
Support this another mile if you must.
My HP Poem #488
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2017
Love stays forever and ever
Until death does them apart
Souls get married to each other
T**ruest feelings keep men single
Another secondary acrostic poem about my standpoint.

I will never get married to anyone else until Kripi gets married to someone else.

Marrying someone else before Kripi gets married, I will be proving my promise to myself as an empty promise.

My HP Poem #1614
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2017
If I were a girl,
I would write poems of hope.

If I were a girl,
I would fly high with the wings of eternity.

If I were a girl,
I would enjoy my superior existence.

If I were a girl,
I would respect the future mother in me.

If I were a girl,
I would help the helpless get education.

Even though I am a boy,
I still write poems of hope.

Even though I am a boy,
I still try to fly with my wings.

Even though I am a boy,
I marvel at my uncanny existence.

Even though I am a boy,
I respect the caring future father in me

Even though I am a boy,
I have helped the helpless get education.
My HP Poem #1492
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Apr 2024
If I were a time traveller,
Would I be able to jump back?
Or would I die in the process?

And if I could do a thing again,
Presuming that I reach back in time,
Would I remain conscious of what needs to be rectified?

And what's the guarantee that
What happened won't repeat itself the same way?
And what's going to happen to my existence in this timeline?

Traveling time would not make any difference,
Why?
Because the past has already happened, it can't be changed.

If at all, I'd end up in a parallel timeline,
Stuck forever,
In the middle of people who want me dead.
My HP Poem #1965
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2021
I found you
Looking for me,
Looking for some guidance,
Which I gave to you,
In return,
You gave me your heart,
Which I shall cherish forever,
And ever.
My HP Poem #1910
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
I could buy her a fortified castle that floats in water,
I could buy her a car that flies effortlessly in air,
I could buy her a dress that shines like the sun.

I could get a carriage pulled by snow white horses,
I could get a nursery full of toys for two babies,
I could get a crown of brilliant shining diamonds.

I could own shiny soft-grassed neat & clean lawns,
I could own a farmhouse surrounded by berries,
I could own the full-moonlight every other night.
My HP Poem #354
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl May 2013
If you are,
The ways are here...
If you are gone,
The ways are lost...
If you are here,
The end is as sweet as dreamt...

If you are here,
So I feel like,
I own this ground...

If you are gone,
So I feel like,
I don't have to breathe anymore...

I found you,
*I found life..........
My HP Poem #240
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2013
If you're there with me,
I have nothing to fear,
If you are not here then,
I worry about being lonely,
And about not having anyone.

If you're there with me,
I have courage inside,
If you are not here then,
I shy away from the world,
And from all sorts of dangers.

If you're there with me,
I have reasons to smile,
If you are not here then,
I find smiling just a vanity,
And oftentimes a difficult task.

If you're here with me,
I have the best feeling,
If you are not here then,
I even find breathing a job,
And yes I find it black & dark.

So I just breathe in & out,
It's not living what I do,
I'll wait for days to pass,
I see you stealing my 'beats,
And wait for the day we meet.
My HP Poem #502
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2014
If you ever find me missing* for long never should you feel afraid alone even after I die, oh my lover, as it is a truth that separates merely our bodies and no more-nothing else.

I'll stay as a thought inside,
I'll stay alive in your mind,
I'll stay permanent as Sun,
Not feebly as distant stars,
But glowing continuously,
In my poems that remain,
Not in mine or yours, but,
As unending as our love.
The title is an example of what they call an oxymoron - Find Me Missing

My HP Poem #637
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2013
If you must insult her & torture me,
I shall request you to rather **** me.

For I can't see the love of my life being soiled,
Fresher torrential treatment to her endowed.

Don't just blind me for I can't take it,
Deafen me such that I can't hear it...

For sake of the supreme power you believe in,
Freak out, cut my limbs but don't torment her.

Has time made you as cruel like this,
Have we invited such horrible steps.

Gory steps you advance with towards my love,
Glowing with fury my chained limbs struggle!!

When I set myself free then you will see,
Would you be able to face the same fate.
A 7 paragraphed poem inspired by a part of Shakespeare's legendary drama Macbeth.

To be noted: I have not read much of Macbeth prior to writing this poem, there might be contradictions in this work of mine. Please feel free to point out any mistake, I will appreciate it. :-)
My HP Poem #380
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2013
There're two ways of being unique.
One is by being inspirational to all..
The other is by being corrupting to all...
You will be accepted by all in your contact..
You just have to be straight, normal and you'll be happy.
Being straight is much more exciting than being homosexual.

I have accepted being straight is a much more sensible thing.

Try to be different the honest way than being homosexual.

It's against the laws of nature and love to be homosexual.

Homosexuality is a psychotic disorder that can be treated.

Try not to restrain oneself from commenting against the homosexual psyche.

To the homosexual people who are looking for ways of criticism for this piece of sound advice:

Just ask yourself in the mirror whether you have never felt embarrassed inside your own mind when you foolishly declare your homosexuality in front of the world without any problem.

My HP Poem #451
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jun 2013
If you have just give a hint sweet,
Steps you should take in the morning
Now I do not aspire to incarceration,
Come into my wings apart
Under the shadow of thy arms I would thaw.

Who would you say smile
I would like to walk with you
If the fault is in me somewhere
I would like to change

Bleached - Bleached Like Life,
Might give you a sugar solution
Break all restrictions,
Come take hold,
Take Anywhere

Loneliness is the only one made me laugh,
Loneliness is the same cry.
Simply thought of seeing you,
Did you shook me from myself
Was slurred, but I was so long,
There just would not handle Maine
You would laugh that says,
Would walk with you,
If the fault is in me somewhere
If the fault is in me somewhere
I would like to change

You are a happy tear,
An awesome feeling
What say you, for my sake,
You do not breath the air
Dear I agree, if you are with me
Have written to you who mourn;
All the pain is gone
Are you in the shadows
Now I would like to dusk every day with you.

I'd laugh if you say so, I'd want to walk with you.

If the fault is in me somewhere
I would like to change.
This is an Indian artist's song lyrics put by Kripi Mehra & translated by me.
Àŧùl Nov 2016
If you think that I shall shy away,
Concede my defeat at their hands,
Then you have never been yourself,
And you have never known Atul,
You have just known your defeat,
If you think that I will let you...

No, I am not a loser in life,
I have such remaining time,
When atrophy won't hurt me,
And death won't do us apart,
You just know my name,
If you had known me, you won't be leaving...

Leaving me in my labyrinthine thoughts,
Of why you left without a good reason,
Why me being so faithful wasn't enough,
Oh how the worldly vices attracted you,
More than I ever could've managed to,
Loving you is the sole motto of my life...
HP Poem #1268
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Sins,
...
It's not as difficult & complex.

Karma,
.....
It's not as calculative & fair.

Infidelity,
.......
It's not as obscene & rare.

You simply committed the sins most common,
.........
It's me, the eldest & youngest your children,
Who bears the brunt of your sins.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2016
It was just a beginner's trial for her,
But the breakup was a swansong for me.

Now just no more future breakups for me,
I know not where the experiments will land her.

A phobia of breakups is what my life has become,
When I get well settled in my life I won't need anyone.
HP Poem #1178
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Oct 2014
I reached home to be greeted by her brilliant Punjabi smile,
Her smile wasn't made up or forced, but it was a spontaneous one,
She was genuinely surprised to see me in reality and so was I.

She guided me to her room where I rested my bag after the journey,
Her face also carried a childish pure mischievous look in her brown eyes,
I then gladly complied when she came close to me for a lip lock.
My HP Poem #682
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2017
Spent so much sweet time with you,
On a lonely road I'm travelling now.
Oh, well past is the happy scenery,
Now I gladly refuse to move on.

I** know that moving on I will be sad.

What I desire and deserve is you,
I am not an ascetic here, you see,
Laugh will my horrors sarcastically,
Laugh along the devil they will sadistically.

Which is why I gladly refuse,
Inch I will closer to hell,
Now I just work on myself.

Your iron heart I do love,
On a Sunday you were created,
Unbelievable is this story,
Rows of roses in your honour.

Hope is on a backseat, you know,
Earn I will more than money,
Art of war I will mend & luck will bend,
Roar my life will do when I am happy,
Tint of glasses will help view my launch.

And you may embolden all your defences,
Golden hues of my heart will complement,
Amazing will be our next meeting,
Into your heart I will be breaching,
Not just for some time but for a lifetime.
I won't move on unless you get married to someone else who deserves you more than I do.

My HP Poem #1452
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Aug 2019
1.
The caste-based discrimination,
Warranted by caste-based reservation,
In the Indian nation;

2.
It brings people on the roads so often,
Their feelings refuse to soften,
With blood of men, roads soon glisten;

3.
Few wanting newer reservation,
Some wanting more reservation,
None thinking about deservation;

4.
They all cry reservation aloud,
Getting alms, they feel proud,
Disaster is hidden in a shroud;

5.
Politicians cash in on the issue,
If you're needy, they won't miss you,
Arrange your own teary tissue;

6.
The caste politics they're playing,
Truly careless they're behaving,
Threats they're manufacturing;

7.
Caste-based reservation is like a fire,
These crutches will take none higher,
Remember, remember this lone flyer.
The world needs to worry about the Indian caste-based reservation system, which instead of banishing the misinterpreted Varṇ Vyavastha, further making the caste lines more pronounced.

Read my novel that critiques the Indian system.

My novel is a love story of how a young man protects his fiance and fights with death once again on the flight to Hamburg as (currently only fictional) terrorists attempt to hijack it.

In the novel, "7 Seconds: A Typical Guy, Atypical Life" by Atul Kaushal, 7 July 2017 is the date that Akshant Kautilya takes the flight from New Delhi to Hamburg and is engaged in a struggle against the hijackers who demand repealing of the Indian caste-based reservation system.

If you prefer reading the hard-copy version then you can now read my novel in its hard-copy version apart from its eBook version.

My HP Poem #1760
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
It is difficult to ignore,
When it is omnipresent,
Day or night doesn't matter.
Even though I had left that ship long ago,
Beeping ears and moving surroundings,
The cannons blared to give me tinnitus,
And the ship sailed to give me vertigo.

Now I hardly ever snore,
When I do it's instrumental,
As my naps no longer matter.

Beeping ears since long,
And vertigo since you left,
I definitely have been better.

No poems seem sane now,
And this one does neither,
To me, it's just a breather.
HP Poem #1304
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Feb 2014
No doubts need to be tamed babe, just hold on for some time till we are actually face to face. It's obvious that we are still quite young and the world will think of us accordingly. You needn't get worried.

The sky which is overcast right now will be all clear in near future. You needn't hurry and to err buddy. Instead you need to keep in mind that we're inseparable by that hidden string which binds both of us together.
Not a poem, but only a letter requesting you to have some patience. Focus on today, do whatever it takes to show all of them that you have it in you. Stand at a taller position than they expect you to be at currently.

Don't worry.
Àŧùl Nov 2024
I play my electric guitar on my amp,
Then there's a drum sampler,
And I sing & scream okay,
But without the bassist,
I feel like I go commando.

Fellows commented long ago,
"Without the bass guitar,
Your song feels hollow."
I looked for any bassist,
Here & there but to no avail.

What I ultimately found out,
Many play the Axe,
But none a bass,
Nobody plays it, not the bass,
And my best songs sound hollow.
My HP Poem #2029
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2015
She was preparing for her exams,
And I was aiding her for the prep,
Over the telephone I helped her.

She was a bright student always,
And I had to rarely give even a tip,
On some biology topics I guided her.

I loved her like my child.

Misconception rose its head,
In the end the relation died,
So much is lost in this fight,
So much is epitomized here.

Young and cheerful her face,
Oftentimes I am remembering,
Unhappy I am as I fell from grace.
And it's my birthday again on 23rd of December.

My HP Poem #937
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2016
What for I changed, what did I adjust for?
For you, I wrote so many poems,
Poems which had become birds in light,
And that became stars in the night,
Songs that became flowers in the day,
But you say that they're a fool's compositions,
I feel cheated & defeated, the blame's on you.
My HP Poem #1313
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2014
I came to know more about myself.
Even I do dislike things to the extent of hating them.
Yes I hate thieves who steal either materialistic things or immaterial stuff.
Firstly I hate thieves of music,
Then I hate thieves of identity,
Thirdly I hate thieves of poetry,
Of course I hate thieves of art,
Lastly I hate thieves of all kind.

Now there's a duo of music thieves in the Indian subcontinent.
One steals music and the other sings the songs on stolen music.
The singer rose to fame by stealing few wonderful songs from a music band's first album.
I hate them both.
I dislike such people who listen to them and I can't be with them.
Call me crazy, but that's me.
Not a poem.
I love the conqueror (not thief) of my heart.
Àŧùl Jun 2017
I have always been beckoning
In the streets and classrooms,
In the schools and coachings,
In the soccer goals and chess games.

I have always been searching,
In the lonely evenings and nights,
In the sunny days and afternoons,
In the packed markets and parties.

I have always been so very patient,
In the empty Sundays and holidays,
In the private moments and hours,
In the public places and datings.

But true love was nowhere,
I searched the whole world,
Then I finally had it accepted,
That true love was only twice.

First was when I was born,
To my mother and father,
Second was the rebirth,
In an ICU's rebreather.
My HP Poem #1604
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Sep 2015
You drive me so crazy,
When you give me that look.

You drive me crazier,
When you say those 3 words.

You drive me craziest,
When your innocence I witness.
I love you so much, dear Kripi.

My HP Poem #899
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Dec 2012
A Father mourns his children's death,
Parthenogenesis brought forth their birth,
The Father was hence too connected with 'em.

A Mother supported the father bring them up,
Feeding & nourishing the children from her *****,
The Mother was therefore also very connected with 'em.

Each day Father Time & Mother Earth cry helplessly,
Watching their their children fight amongst themselves fiercely,
Humans advanced win the race - killing the trees & the animals - daily.
It is pointless - vain - to try explaining them not to '****' Earth's nature.
© Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jul 2020
-_-
I'm a very timid man within...
My BP shoots up when excited,
My breathing is heavy evermore,
On even thinking about loneliness,
Really, I know not what I can do,
Tasked with living life forever,
And a lonely life, that too, as
Lonely will be so lifeless.
Acrostic message.

My HP Poem #1872
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know the most beautiful poetess,
She is my gorgeous best friend,
So lucky is all her family.

I know the cutest poetess,
She is no one but a dream,
From her was my pen name.

I want to be her husband,
She will be the coolest mother,
Our kids are going to be so lucky.

I have had time so bitter,
May time now be very kind,
And things may only get better.

I toil as ******* my part,
Just as she is sweating it out,
Midnight oil may not get empty.

I loved her so much and truly,
Free for her is my precious love,
May she accept it with open arms.

I know as much of the future,
She is my only inspiration now,
Future will see us tying the knots.
My HP Poem #737
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Jan 2015
I know a bitter man,
Bitter he grew from being a sweet boy,
Butter he applied to things but it didn't work out,
That bitter man here is me who often chews bitter tablets.
Fearing love I have gotten experienced the bitter way,
Know I not of any other love in any other better way.
Oh how I know about myself apparently adamantly,
I know myself but nobody as good - no better man.

Just a poem inspired by reality.
My HP Poem #738
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2016
Her heart might shift back towards me,
Never realizing what she does herself,
She underrates her loving mother,
Aspiring to go to foreign lands,
She thinks life is easier there,
Knowing not life is harder,
And so she might change,
Changing her standpoint,
Her mind towards India,
I wait for her marriage,
If she's happy after it,
I will forget her too,
And I will marry,
Some other girl,
Proposing me,
Otherwise,
Waiting for her,
I will be.
I have girls proposing me marriage,
But I am just waiting for her to realize,
Realize the mistakes she made.

HP Poem #1272
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2013
I know not my dear,
Since what moment you,
Have your place in my heart.

Either you have sneaked yourself,
Or I have stolen you from God,
And I love you so much.

All these notes of music,
So off note having you away,
And what you have done with me.

I looked at you with my eyes open,
Many miles away you live now,
I found you very far away.

Couldn't be brewed better,
This coffee is not much bitter,
Blessed with your untouched love.

Slowly starting to settle in my life,
Very deep down in my mind,
Your kind words of love.

I kindle your love for me,
I haven't been better & braver,
I consider you destiny's gift for me.
My HP Poem #474
©Atul Kaushal
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